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Yeah, back to this shit again. Look at that fucking face. Stare right at it.

It's funny how MLK weekend always means a little something special to me - I love these uncelebrated (by work) holidays - school's out, so I figure out an extra day with youngster Agatha, we team up and go strong. Often, we'd hit up the Rock & Roll hall of fame, since that's the day of the year that it's free. That place is kinda neat, I know it appeals to out-of-towners - but I ain't think it's worth paying for.

Instead, we had a robust weekend of other antics. Hit the Natural History Museum. Our companion there was amused but also scandalized by the fucked-up-plight of the single parent. I'd got it in my head to get the membership to the museum - I like going there, I like supporting it, it'd be good to just wander over whenever I felt like it - like I do with the CMA. Like we used to do with the zoo. Anyhow- the museum is all confounded & incapable of selling a membership for a single-parent. They say: Two Adults is a membership, and Two adults and children is another, and then one lonely person is another. I say: well, then give me the two adults then. Except... Now they need young Agatha's driver's license to process it. So fuck it. If they ain't wanna play ball. It's still a good place- it's just, well. That's how it goes if you're not in that situation that an old-timey church decided you should be in.

We saw The Wicked Fish of God - the patron of the city - the great master of the Lake of the Cat People...

(Did I tell you about this? That I was reading up on the Beaver Wars, all into it - the Iroquois conquests. I got distracted & surprised that I never had a good sense of the Erie - and who knew? Erie = The Cat People. It's The Lake of the Cat People. How'd I just figure that out?) Plus the traveling show about elephant ancestors was nice & strong, a valuable use of time I thought. Mammoths & Mastodons & The weird shovel toothed things, the plump long pig-hippos:

& then the living animals. You've got to go and just say hi. You can still play a game with the otters in winter- they chase the snowballs you drop in their tank, they play playfully & are nice. And they finally found a red fox with an amount of charisma:

The old one, I don't know - looks all tatty & old, looks demon-possessed. I don't take pictures of him, he's gross.
Which is... I guess I shouldn't be shitty to the crippled or misused animals that the museum takes in to shelter - but that one fox, it's just the worst.

In the end some people call off the game - so I get Agatha to run her game for the smaller crowd of young kids & parents. It's interesting. She's got a serious interest in running the game & I'm trying to help her - I got her campaign map posterized:

One of her abundant Xmas presents. Of course - she ended up enduring the nonsense of players - the shitty, dumb behavior of pcs refusing to go on quests, abandoning dungeons and deciding to do stupid/boring things for hours on end. I tried! I tried to go adventure in the dungeon - but no one was into it.

This is what you get! This is what you get when you run the game in the Alps. It's good though, a valuable experience for her I think. Learn to turn disappointment to a good time. In the end Captain Sabado the Dwarf Blimp Captain bought 30 camels with the procedes of his early attempts at the lost tomb of a dragon. Finding no-one to join him save for Shelf - the androgyn alien monster-person & Zol, the intensely crazy & exceptionally tall halfling - he vowed to leave & not return to the Town of Forbidden Lore. A good-ish time. I'm glad she gets to do it, I hope she learns to do it well.

Meantime: I work & work & work. From home though on Monday. At the end of the day, at the end of our time together, she's touchingly upset about leaving, she always is, but is very sad to go. I'm sad for her to go. Depressed, but just lightly, I muddle through the rest of Monday night and end up just watching cartoons and accomplishing nothing. Always like that. At a loss, suddenly, for what to do. Since my nights and days are all used up day after day.

I guess that's how I got into writing this diary.